Political strategist, Elizabeth McNeal has been called a lot of things throughout her career─bitch being at the top of the list─but she doesn’t let it get to her. She’s bold, she’s blunt, and she takes orders from no one. This is how she’s survived working in a man’s world. She’s the master of diversion, and her specialty is winning an election─no matter the cost.

That is, until she meets her new client, Democratic candidate, Congressman William Baxter. Kind, considerate, insanely handsome, honest, and ten years her junior, he’s a unicorn among politicians. He infuriates her. He challenges her. Most of all, he makes her see past the scandalous world of politics and helps her to discover the heart of the woman inside her.

With sparks flying between them and the election rapidly approaching, the last thing either of them need is to be caught in a compromising position. Some lines are meant to be crossed and some rules broken, but for Elizabeth and Liam is it worth the cost of being politically incorrect?

Excerpt

Into the night, we entered. The streets were packed, even at that late hour. Winter was over, but the harsh breeze still had its reign over the great state. It rustled around us as we worked our way to where we’d left the car. We’d chosen to walk the music district so Scout could take in the sights. Not one of our brightest decisions, though I admit I argued against the idea in the first place.

Bright neon lights flooded the street as music pulsed from bars all along the way. A street performer stood along the sidewalk with an acoustic guitar, singing his heart out. Behind us, the two guards trotted, never coming close enough for anyone to notice them.None of us said anything. It was obvious we were all tired, and the night was nowhere near over for any of us. Along the way, a huge burst of wind sliced through my blouse. My teeth began to chatter. I bit my bottom lip to prevent the racket, but that didn’t stop Liam from feeling me shiver.

“You’re freezing.” “I’m fine,” I fibbed.

“No, you’re not.” He halted his steps, pulling me back with him.

Liam slipped his jacket off his shoulders and wrapped it around me.

“You don’t need to do that,” I disputed. “You’ll freeze.”

Liam rubbed his hands up and down my arms. The chill of the night disappeared only to be replaced with the warmth of lust. “I’m not cold, nor am I wearing silk. Now, slip your arms in, and let’s get to the car.”

My shoulders bounced with a chuckle, but I did as I was told. The sleeves were far too long, so he rolled them to my wrists. “Thanks,” I muttered.​“No problem,” he whispered, taking my hand and returning it to his arm.